I really wonder what Pedri would be like when he is jealous like you two had a situationship going on and one of you cut it off or smth else idk but you go talk to another man to make him jealous what do you think he would be like

i live for jealous pedri and i 1000% think that he's the type to get easily jealous and i will die on that hill 😭☝️

i personally think that a football players position and role also reflects a lot on their personality. and pedri is a center midfielder (an attacking one at that), meaning he basically controls the field to an extent. if you watch him during games, especially when he doesn't have the ball, you may notice that he has a slight attitude. specifically when someone acts the way he doesn't want them to (say pass into a different direction)

and that's why i think he'd be similar to that irl. he really doesn't like when things don't go his way. when you go talk to another man, it ignites something bad in him. you were/are his, and talking to someone else in front of him? absolute no-go. i see him as a bit possessive really, and definitely think his relationships kind of go hand-in-hand with toxicity. just a little bit.

i think though that's he's super intense in relationships tbh and that he needs a super devoted partner that makes their attraction and love towards him known. and that's where i think the possessiveness and jealousy come in place. if he really really loves/ed you, and you make him jealous and rile him up (which is super easy), i see him either hooking up with you that night or if his ego is too big, he lets the stress out another way.

but i think that can only happen if pedri really liked you. like genuine romantic feelings.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DASH

WHOEVER THIS IS I'M SO SORRY I HAD A MOMENT I SAW KLANCE ART AND I BLACKED OUT I WANTED TO MAKE SURE IT WAS ARCHIVED ON MY BLOG. UM. ALSO IT'S GOING TO KEEP HAPPENING I TOOK A BREAK TO TALK ABOUT KLANCE TO MY PARTNER. I KNOW VOLTRON IS CRINGE I KNOW KLANCE IS QUEERBAIT BUT THEY COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH OKAY. THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE CANON AND WEREN'T OKAY. I'M NOT NORMAL ABOUT THEM.

I hope you unionized soon godbless 🫡🙌🙏🙏

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN IM A COOKIE RUN ART ACC?????

Your username makes me laugh so much, literally from the first time I saw it and even now I still smile to see it 10/10 peak comedy

Eddie’s lungs are on their deathbed and you are laughing? It’s okay, me too

What scenes do you think Anti-SasuSaku folks "misinterpret" (or just blatantly try to twist beyond all context) the most?

There's one motif that people misinterpret ALL the time. And it's not just anti ss or anti sakura mind you, but ss shipers as well. And it drives me mad, because general interpretation it's very ooc for Sasuke and Sakura, as well as it doesn't make sense when you take a look at their later interactions.

It's the "you're annoying" dialogue, the first one especially

Sasuke doesn't actually think Sakura is annoying. Someone reading manga for the first time could've thought so, sure, but we know their interaction when Sasuke leaves the village. If it was a mere state of his mind at that moment, he wouldn't have said it again. I firmly believe that Sasuke is just repeating Sakura's own words, ones she directed at Naruto. In that whole scene, Sas is carefully analyzing what Sakura says, the way he react indicates that it's the first time he heard that Naruto is an orphan. That immediately makes him sympathize.

Are Sakura's words annoying? Yes. But I always viewed it as Sasuke being put off by her attitude, her bad attempts at showing-off to him, by her childish mindset and not him genuinely disliking her. Repeating her own words here is crucial and Kishimoto makes immediate point of that. The whole scene is written especially to kick-start Sakura's character development and she doesn't take this "insult" personally in any way, because she actually realizes her own awful attitude.

The second time Sasuke uses "you're annoying" is a way to distance himself from Sakura, sure. But have you ever thought how both these interactions essentially boil down to Sasuke being touched by her words and not liking it? And while the first instance comes from the point of annoyance, the second is painful and hard, and we don't even see Sasuke's face because he's clearly hurting? People really think he's being cold and uncaring but these manga panels ooze with tragedy. Can you imagine being absolutely alone, traumatized, your only point in life is to end somebody's else, you don't believe anything good can happen to you or that you deserve it yet somebody just falls in love with you so deeply their heart shatters when you leave??? And the only think that comes to your mind is to thank them??? Sasuke thanks Sakura for loving him, caring about him, wanting him safe and near!!!! Because he is genuinely thankful!!!Sakura wants to go to Orochimaru with him, not because "hurr durr she's a desperate chaser" BRO do you really think she doesn't realize who Orochimaru is??? THe same guy who tortured them both in the Forest of Death??? Who KILLED the fucking HOKAGE??? Sakura know so well Orochmaru is terrifying, dangerous, that he will probably kill her and yet she still wants to go?? Purely out of love for another person??? And you know what Sasuke feels hearing that??? He puts her to sleep just so she doesn't follow him, because he wants her to be safe and Orochimaru is not safe!!! He's cutting the ties with people he loves because he loves them!!!!

Anon I'm sorry this got so deranged I hope you get my point klfjsdfsdj ss in general is soft and kinda woven into the manga so i feel like it just takes a very gentle approach to get all the little tidbits. And Kishi may be bad at writing romance but he sure is a master at writing emotional scenes.

you asked what I was planning

Give me a moment to process

So, your taking notes from seeing angel diona for your rottmnt fic

Im so confused rn

WAIT didnt even think of chuck I was talking about your fic when Jimmy returns home 😵‍💫

this show ruined my life

OH NO

i just saw ur reply to the anon ask yesterday and i didn't mean it in a bad way like at all!!!! it was just a way of saying that i stalk ur blog bc i really like ur posts (some of them make me tear up😭) im so sorry :/

omg Im so sorry anon lmaoooo pls accept my apology 🧎‍♀️ just used to the passive aggressive weird ass vibes on here 💀 tysm babe!!! ❤️ means a lot

where did you find the picture on your icon?

I'm gonna be completely honest with you I forgot. But here you go

I resurrected my tumblr just to post this

what's "mcsr"? my chemical SUPER romance?????

its. it's minecraft speedrunning

are you gay?

set after leafpool dies, before the bonus scene w jayfeather dealing w that grief gets resolved. guess who was bitter over a certain cardboard character bitch not being included in that

Next

no thoughts just loser!eddie losing his shit when he sees you over at his house for the first time, rifling through his things like any normal friend does.. but you stumble upon a box.under his bed. it’s like slow motion when he walks into his room and sees you open the lid and he nearly drops a glass of water, literally biting his fist in pain, trying to stop you but then you’d only get more curious of what he was hiding.

you. he has polaroids of you except they’re the dirty cum covered kinds. he has your underwear with his stains in it. he has your perfume bottles, your rings (he would totally get hard seeing how tiny they are compared to his, and imagining the dainty stones on the rings on your ring finger like an engagement stone)

it’s like a fucking shrine for you and he thinks he’s gonna pass out as your eyes widen.

but you only turn to him and smile, and his knees weaken. literally almost fainting when you kiss him because you have definitely slept with his sweatshirts, came to the idea of eddie, etc. he’s just such a fucking loser but that night he makes you cum so much you see stars and he’ll have a scrapbooks worth of polaroids (just from that night alone lol)

anyways do you think you could write a lil something based loosely off that? 🫶

BESTIE I MIGHTVE DIED YES. YES YES YES.

also this ended up longer than I'd intended but who cares its pervy!loser!eddie

18+ — MINORS DNI

word count: 1k

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Eddie’s not sure if he believes this is real. There’s no way this is real, right? There’s no way he has his best friend naked on his bed, covered in sweat and cum— his cum, at that.

He almost thinks it’s all another one of his sick, perverted dreams, but then he’s reminded that none of those dreams have felt this real. None of his dreams have felt this vivid to where he can actually feel the tremble in your hands as you wrap a fist around his wet cock, the shift of the bed as you clumsily scramble to your knees, the lewd and unmistakable shlick sound of your hand fisting his spent cock. It’s never been this vivid— that’s how he knows this isn’t a dream.

You’re blissed out and cock-drunk as you shuffle to lean on all fours, lowering your mouth to suckle on Eddie’s leaking tip. Your toes curl at the sound of Eddie groaning above you, a hand resting on the back of your head to shove himself further down your throat. “Take it all the way in, that’s it— fuck,” Your center throbs at his words, a wet gagging noise emitting from the back of your throat when Eddie’s tip meets the tight space. He curses with a groan, head dropping back for a moment before he looks back down at you with a lazy smirk.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you gag on my dick, sweetheart.”

You whine, your hips grinding back against nothing, the cool breeze of his room sending shivers up your spine when it graces the wet heat of your cunt. Around you, scattered on the bed, are the many polaroids you had just discovered earlier. Snapped photos of you in bed, in the shower, getting dressed in your room; all images that would’ve sent anyone else running for the hills. Eddie was so sure you would never speak to him again when you found that box full of all things you, but to his surprise (and sinful delight), you were just as fucked up as Eddie, if not more.

Eddie’s eyes dart all over the bed; polaroids, lace panties and matching bras, dainty jewelry, lipsticks, and perfume bottles. Eddie Munson was a perverted thief, and it somehow landed him balls deep down your throat. 

He reaches down and picks up a particular Polaroid, one of his favorites; a picture of you laid on your stomach in your bed, one leg hiked up to form a comfortable sleeping position. You’d forgone your sleeping shorts this night, and Eddie took it upon himself to jack off and cover your ass in sticky ropes of his cum, snapping a photo as the white substance dripped down between the folds of your ass to stain your pretty panties (Eddie stole those panties that same night).

He takes the picture and holds it up between two fingers. “So many nights of wasted cum… you’ve got a lot to make up for, sweet girl.” His voice is low and teasing, and you whine against him, nuzzling his cock further down your throat until your nose brushes against the curly hairs surrounding his base.

Eddie’s knuckles are tight against your scalp when he pulls you off his cock, shivering at the wet gasp you take, bleary eyes blinking up at him as your spit drips onto his thighs. “Think you’ve been good enough for it?” He wraps a hand around himself and rubs his throbbing tip against your lips, humming in approval when you open your mouth to offer your tongue. He slaps himself against your tongue a few times, chuckling when you whine and squeeze your thighs together. You can feel the sticky feeling of his cum and your arousal sliding against the insides of your hot thighs, and your eyes roll at the sensation. You lean forward and nuzzle against his cock, “Please, Eds— want it so bad. I’ve been so good, I have.” Your words are nearly slurred; the only thing on your mind is the overwhelming urge you have to feel Eddie’s cum in the back of your throat.

You don’t see Eddie reaching for his camera, too focused on licking your way down to his balls. “Fuck— look at me, sweetheart, give me those pretty eyes.”

You slowly blink up at Eddie, wet lashes fluttering and pouty lips grazing his cock as you gaze at the camera. A flash and a snapping sound echo through the room before a white card come out the bottom, a curse falling from Eddie’s lips as he shakes the paper and tosses it to the side for later. He nods down towards you, “Love on it, baby; show me how much you love my cock.” You don’t wait for another second, licking a thick stripe up his cock, rounding your lips around his tip to suck eagerly. Eddie takes another picture, and you whine.

“Shit, I’m gonna come— keep sucking baby, keep taking me in.”

You shuffle forward, nose brushing against his pelvis once again, and Eddie takes it as permission to secure a hand atop your head and begin fucking himself into the back of your throat. Both of your hands are fisted into the sheets below you, watery eyes gazing up at the blissed-out Eddie above you. His hips falter during the last few thrusts; he doesn’t last much longer. 

“I’m gonna come… don’t swallow, okay?” You nod as best as you can, and without further directions, Eddie’s cum floods your mouth until you nearly choke on it. 

He pulls out of your mouth with a moan, instructing you to open your mouth and show him your tongue, which you immediately obey. He reaches for the camera once more, snapping one picture with you on all fours, gazing up at the camera with your tongue out, white sticky cum coating the inside of your mouth. He takes a second picture, this time with his hand cradling your jaw. The third and last picture he takes is with his hand still cradling your jaw, but his thumb is now pressed against your tongue, smearing his sticky mess across your tastebuds.

And when he tosses the newly printed photos into the pile of new Polaroids, he catches a glimpse of one clear picture of your pussy freshly fucked and covered in his cum. Eddie can’t help it when his cock twitches against his thigh once again.

It’s safe to say that Eddie had to get a new box the next day <3

hello !!! i'm a... Writer 😳 here on tumblr ! n i love ur works so much even tho it hurts me to read angst no comfort 😭 but anyway!! realised u have a lot of fellow writer??moots?? so i just wanted to ask do u have any advice to make friends on tumblr? do u just like ... slide into dms or 😳

- a shy gorl 😔

bff i am sorry i just love writing angst w no comfort and smile menacingly while reading comments ab how devastated the readers are 😩💕 JOKES ASIDE . thank u for reading them skskks ALSO ADVICE HELPP please don't have high expectations i am literally scared to text every single person on this app ( minus a few close moots ofc !! ) tbh i moved blogs and had over 100 moots on my old one ( u see i've been here for almost 2 years ) and most of the moots here r from the old blog so i cant say i made them all after making this acc, i collected them slowly and gradually ( tbh ive made 2 new moots after starting this acc that's it )

anyway u can start by interacting with their content ( im assuming u want to make writer moots as well ??? if not, just send them an ask w greetings ) like, starting dropping comments or leaving reviews in tags works too bc i'm pretty sure you, as a writer, would know the users of a couple few readers that frequently leave feedbacks ( idk i think of this as a cheat code or smn like make !! them !! aware !! of !! ur !! presence !! )

also, to avoid all that, just send them an ask ab 1. their theme 2. a work that u like 3. one of their interests that is also ur interest ? ( in case u dont know what to talk ab ) there's no other way around this, u have to initiate the conversation here </3

also, do not directly message anyone unless you're moots !! and i'd say, ask if it's ok to dm ur moots too bc some ppl don't really like that, or simply, many don't check dms that often :/ yeah that's all if good luck socialising 🫱🏻‍🫲🏻

Chonkli witnessing you hugging a dragon plush of himself and getting jealous so he starts hopping about, trying to get your attention

There is nothing snugglier than a plushie - your Rex Lapis exuvia plush is exhibit A. Squishy little thing it is, and so so fluffy, how could anything be better than this?

Your husband, however, is of a differing opinion. He's currently in his chonky little form, running around you while you're hugging your mere non-living replica of him, trying so hard to be the one you would rather snuggle today.

The poor lil dragon rawrs, pawing at you - but you're kissing the plushie like it's the love of your life. Chonkli climbs up and settles atop the bookshelf and stands on his hind legs, waving his forelegs around in a way that's meant to be fearsome and impressive...except he's just a soft little baby.

You start cooing, and he perks up, thinking he's got your attention now - but you're just melting at the way the plushie's tail is flexible enough to wiggle! With a squeak, Chonkli hops down and wags his own tail in hopeful affection. He wags it faster and faster until it feels like his tail might propel him into the air.

Oh, and it does! Weeeee, goes the little dragon, hovering in midair thanks to his tail velocity, and finally you look up at him and go, "Wow!" tossing aside your plushie to cuddle your helicopter of a husband.